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-x-o-x-Accidentally in Love-x-o-x-

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We said our goodbyes before going to bed, and they were much more casual than I expected. For the closeness of Edward’s family, I’d expected a few tears and maybe some pleas for us to come back, but there were none of those. There were tight hugs and giggles and promises to see us soon. Before I knew it, it was done and everyone went to bed. Then, after only a few hours of sleep, Carlisle helped Edward load our bags into his Audi and took us to the airport. I was still half asleep when we stood at the curb and Carlisle hugged me, saying goodbye as he kissed my forehead.

“It was so good to meet you, Bella. Thank you for traveling out here with Edward,” he paused and shook his head, laughing quietly, “and for deciding you still want to be a part of this circus after meeting us.”

I chuckled a little, thinking how right he was. Their family was certainly a circus, but the weekend had taught me that I fit right in.

“Thank you for everything. It was wonderful meeting all of you, too.”

He patted my back and stepped over to Edward, giving him a quick hug before heading back to the car.

“Have a good flight. Call your mother when you get to Seattle, son!”

He smiled and waved one last time, opening the door and climbing in. It was a sad moment. When he disappeared from view, I realized I would miss him. I would miss all of them.

I’d never expected to feel so comfortable with Edward’s family. I felt like I’d known them all for years rather than just a couple of days. Even Rose, despite our rocky start, seemed to have softened over the weekend. I was still hesitant when it came to her, but I was hopeful, too. Every minute, the idea that I was becoming a Cullen was more and more of a reality, and I wanted them, all of them, to like me.

We had a direct flight, but we were still traveling all the way across the country. It was surprisingly only a six hour flight, and because of the time change we gained three hours back. With jet lag and time differences, I was exhausted when we finally made it to Sea-Tac and I wasn’t quite ready for our trip to end.

When Edward asked if I wanted to get something to eat I said yes right away. The thought of going back to my apartment without him was depressing. We grabbed lunch out, knowing there wasn’t any food at his condo.

I mentioned I felt grimy after the flight, and he offered a shower and a nap at his place. It sounded so good, I didn’t think twice. I texted Angela to say I was back but going to Edward’s for a bit. We grabbed a shower and a nap before splitting some pad thai and watching a movie. I wondered if Edward wasn’t ready to say goodbye either. Eventually, we sat on opposite ends of his couch with our feet tangled together and eyes heavy. His cheek rested on the back of the couch as he slid his foot along my calf.

“I have to work in the morning.”

I pouted. Part of me wanted to stay hidden in our own world forever, or for at least a few more hours.

“I should take you home so I can get some sleep.” He sighed, but made no move to get off the couch.

“Or I could stay,” I whispered. It was out of my mouth before I knew I was saying it.

He grinned and sat up, moving closer. “Yeah?”

“Sure,” I shrugged. “Drop me off on your way to work.”

“You’re going to miss me!”

“What?” I gave his shoulder a slap, laughing. “No! I’m sick of you, I just don’t want you to drive right now because you’re so tired.”

“Oh, really?” He reached down and pulled me towards him so I was sitting in his lap.

“Mm hm.” I tried not to smile. “You’re old, I don’t want you to fall asleep at the wheel or anything.” He wasn’t that old, only a couple of years older than me but still, it was worth teasing him about.

“That’s it!”

He launched himself towards me, and I fell back against the couch as he ticked my sides and laughed. We writhed and fought, both laughing while I screamed a couple of times and tried to get out of his grasp. It wasn’t long before I was so out of breath I had to beg him to stop.

“Stop! Oh my God! I give!” I panted and pushed him off of me. He grinned back, and I noticed he wasn’t breathing hard at all.

He raised a brow. “Who’s old?”

“Apparently, not you.”

His mouth tilted into that smug panty dropping smile that made me weak. “That is correct.”

We sat for a few seconds, just looking at each other until his smile began to droop.

“I don’t want you to go home, either.” He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “How am I going to sleep tomorrow night without you?”

I stood and reached for his hand. I wanted to say that I’d come over again, but practically moving in with him was not the answer, not yet anyway.

“Let’s go to bed. We’ll figure out the rest tomorrow.”

He stood, but wouldn’t let me pull him down the hallway. “My schedule is kind of crazy this week.”

“I know. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. I’ll make you dinner.”

“Bella…”

I knew what he was getting at. We’d just spent the entire day alone together, traveling and then in his apartment, but we’d neglected to talk about the one thing we needed to. It was getting late though, and we were both tired.

To be honest, I needed a day to get my head around everything. The Cullen’s were a powerful force. Being with them made anything seem possible, but I needed a clear head to think about my relationship with Edward and what our engagement meant for our real lives.

“Tomorrow.” I cupped his cheek and stretched up to kiss his cheek.

He closed his eyes for a second and nodded before following me down the hall.

-x-o-x-Accidentally in Love-x-o-x-

After Edward dropped me off in the morning, I started my laundry and tried to re-acclimate myself to my apartment. It didn’t feel like home anymore. It was just a place to sleep and a closet full of clothes. I couldn’t believe how different it felt after only a few days, but the same could be said about my feelings for Edward. The way I felt about him had magnified by leaps and bounds in those few days as well.

I made a quick trip to the store, then found some lunch and took a short nap. When I woke, I switched loads of laundry and tucked into the corner of the couch. I wanted to read, but my mind wandered and I ended up listening to the clothes in the dryer, something metal hitting and sliding along the drum with each spin.

I thought about how to go about telling everyone I was engaged and wondered if a simple Facebook change of status would be cheating. I didn’t have a lot of friends, but I liked the teachers on my team at work. They weren’t the kind of people I would call out of the blue, so perhaps I wasn’t too far off base with the Facebook idea.

I was still sitting on the couch when Ang came in, looking like death. She was practically in slow motion compared to her normal pace.

“‘Sup?” She nodded at me and grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and leaned on the breakfast bar.

“Who are you and what have you done with my roommate?”

“It’s me.” She snorted. “After a full day of work with only two hours of sleep.”

“What’s up with that?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Up,” she giggled, and I rolled my eyes. She was a pervy whore. And I loved it about her. “Garrett has to work like the next three nights, and I’m still teaching summer school, so we stayed up way too late spending some quality time together.”

“Quality time between the sheets?”

“And on the counter. And in the shower. And on the-”

“TMI! I don’t need to know any more, and thank God you were at his place!”

“You’ve been gone for days,” she said, waggling her eyebrows as she came over to join me on the couch. “You have no idea what’s happened in this very apartment!”

“Ew! Stop! You’re just mean!”

She pulled her legs up beneath her and rested turned to face me. “Enough about me… Spill.”

“What?”

“Spill your guts. The low-down. The 411.”

“Oh God, you’re incorrigible.” I threw a pillow at her. “I missed you.”

“I know. Now, tell me all about the hot sex with my BF’s BFF.”

“You know I don’t kiss and tell!” I laughed, then sighed because I actually did want to talk to her about Edward, just not the sex part. “But I do need to talk to you about him.”

“Yeah?” She sat a little straighter and nodded, encouraging me to start.

“I just… I don’t know how to—what do I call it? Come out to everyone?”

“Yeah, don’t call it that.”

I rolled my eyes. I was serious.

“I should tell my dad first, right?”

I knew that was the right thing to do, I just had to work through the logistics. His work schedule was set a month in advance and, since he was single and I’d moved away, he worked a lot of nights. I had to find a time when both he and Edward were off, and we had enough time to drive out there and get back.

“For sure. Who else are you worried about? I already know, and you don’t actually talk to too many people outside of work. I mean, Lauren and Jess from undergrad, but you haven’t talked to them in a few months anyway, have you?”

“No. I sound kind of pathetic right now, you know that, right?”

“Bells, you’re a person with few friends and many acquaintances. There’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, in this situation, it’s perfect. You tell your dad, then change your status on Facebook to being in a relationship with Edward. It makes sense because I can guarantee his nosey family members are going to send you friend requests, and they’re going to wonder why you’re listed as single. You can say you were waiting to tell your dad in person.”

“Wow. That’s… Sneaky, and it just might work.”

“Exactly, and I don’t think anyone else is watching your profile that closely, except maybe Paul, douchebag, so you probably won’t truly have to tell anyone the whole story until you go back to work. By then they probably won’t remember you were single when school got out. Except Mike Newton,” she sipped her water, “cuz he wants in your pants.”

“What is with you and the grossness today? That’s just…Gah! No!”

“I speak the truth.”

She shrugged and pulled her phone out of her pocket, glancing at the screen and grinning from ear to ear. She typed something and giggled before tucking it back in her pants.

“Oh my God. You really like him.”

It wasn’t that I thought she didn’t like Garrett, or that she was stringing him along, I just hadn’t realized that she truly liked him. She’d been single for so long I wondered if she knew what the word boyfriend meant anymore, but the look on her face told me she did.

She bit her lip, and it was so un-Angela I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re in like!”

“Well, if I’m in like, you’re in looooove!” She stretched the word out, laughing.

“What? No. I’m not in-” Holy shit. Was I? I knew that I could love him, but did I, already?

“You love him. You feel all googly and mushy when you think about him.”

I kind of did. And I blushed a lot thinking about him. Even more when he was around.

“And that!” She pointed to the red rising on my neck and cheeks.

“Everything makes me blush,” I waved her off and glanced at my watch. It was time for me to get up and start getting dinner ready and the perfect opportunity to change the subject. “I’m making Edward chicken piccata. You sticking around?”

“Nah, I think I’m going to run to the store and then I’m going to crash. I’m exhausted, but you two have fun.”

“Alright. Dinner tomorrow?”

“Sure.” We both stood, and she gave me a quick hug before heading into her bedroom.

I made my way to the kitchen and peeled some potatoes. By the time Edward called to say he was on his way from the hospital, they were boiled and mashed, and I had the chicken flattened and ready to cook.

He flopped in a dining chair when he arrived, putting his head in his hands.

“Tired, Doc?” I kneaded his shoulders, finding a sizeable knot of muscle on one side.

“Ugh. So tired. And starved. I missed lunch.”

I wondered if he’d be up for our talk, but knew that either way I needed to get food in his stomach. The rest, we could deal with after we ate.

“Well, you’re in luck. Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes.” I gave his shoulders one last squeeze before making my way to the stove to cook the chicken. “Why don’t you grab a shower, and I’ll have this ready to serve when you’re done?”

He nodded, then followed me into the kitchen for a quick kiss before disappearing into my bathroom.

Dinner was brief and fairly quiet, neither of us saying much until we finished.

“That was delicious. I had no idea you could cook like that.”

“Thank you.” I blushed a little, embarrassed by the compliment. Before I could stop myself, I chuckled, and continued, “Just think, someday you’ll be able to come home to home cooked meals like that every day.”

He looked at me blankly for a second, then a grin covered his entire face. I couldn’t believe I’d just said that, but he had that effect on me. Besides, I’d started to accept it as the truth, so it seemed to roll off my tongue.

“Speaking of,” he grinned. “When are we going to see your dad so we can give him the good news?”

“Angela and I talked about that today actually, announcing our engagement and everything.”

“And what did you come up with?”

“Tentatively, we decided that we need to go see my dad, and then we’ll both change our Facebook statuses.”

“At the same time?”

“I guess you could change yours now. Ang thought if we waited until after we told my dad, then we could say we hadn’t told anyone until both our families knew.”

“That makes sense,” he nodded. “Did Alice send you a friend request yet? She’s always on Facebook.”

“Um, I haven’t checked it today.” I bit my lip, nervous about Alice colliding with my real life. “I put up a couple of pictures from the trip last week, though.”

“That’s good.” He grinned. “It establishes a timeline.”

“You’re really getting into this.”

“I am. It’s helping me not think about the fact your father is going to pull a gun on me.”

“He won’t pull a…Well, it won’t be loaded, anyway.”

“Not helping, Swan.” He sighed. “When do I meet the executioner?”

I threw my napkin at him, and he held up his hands laughing.

“Okay, okay. Really, how are we going to make this work? It sounds like your dad’s schedule is just as crazy as mine.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “But I called up there today, and he’s off next week Tuesday when you’re off too.”

“Really? That soon?”

I laughed at the look on his face. “How long did you think you had?”

“I don’t know, a couple of weeks?” He chuckled, running his hand through his hair. “It’s fine, really. It’ll be good. I’m looking forward to meeting the man who raised you.”

I loved how he got me. We hadn’t talked about my mom, and as far as I was concerned we weren’t going to. There was only one group of people we hadn’t talked about.

“What are you going to tell people at the hospital?”

He looked at me as if he didn’t understand what I was asking.

“Your co-workers, what are we telling them?”

“Sorry,” he shook his head, “I thought you knew. I told them we were dating a long time ago, after that first time you came to the hospital; I guess I sort of used you to get some nurses to leave me alone.”

My cheeks heated up. I knew people had seen me at the hospital with him, but I had no idea that he’d already told them we were together. I was surprised that he’d been so open with them, but it made me feel a little better, as if he’d wanted something more with me for almost as long as I’d wanted it with him.

“I don’t have too many friends outside of the hospital. A couple of guys Garrett and I play basketball with, but that’s really all. I’ve been so busy with work since I moved out here I haven’t had time to meet anyone else.”

He shrugged and smiled. “After we tell your dad I’ll mention our engagement to a couple of nurses who are prone to gossiping, and everyone will know within a day or two.”

It couldn’t be that easy, could it? Just a day ago he’d sat behind me and nearly had a panic attack thinking about coming home, but he seemed much calmer.

“You’re not worried?” I was anxious, so I played with my glass on the table, needing something to do with my hands. “I thought you were afraid things were going to change.”

“I was, but I spent all day telling people how great our trip was, and I realized I don’t care what anyone else thinks—if they think we don’t know each other well enough to be engaged or that we jumped into things. The only way things are going to change between us is if we let it, and I don’t see that happening. I want to be with you, and I want this to work. That’s all that matters.”

My heart sped up as I listened to his words and watched the emotion flare in his eyes. I wanted it to be that simple, but the world was full of busy-bodies and people who thought they knew what was best for everyone else. I knew that, like Rose, there were going to be people who thought I was after his money, or I was pregnant. I wanted to believe that Edward and I were the only two who mattered, it just didn’t seem possible. Why couldn’t I just embrace this and stop wondering when the other shoe was going to drop?

“Stop,” he said quietly, taking my hand and drawing me towards him. I stood and moved to his side where he gently pulled me onto his lap. “Stop worrying. We’re not lying anymore, remember? What do people have to be upset about, that they didn’t know we were dating or that we got engaged too soon? It’s none of their business.”

I sighed and let myself relax into the hug. His hands began to slowly slide up and down my back, and I put my head on his shoulder.

“I’m afraid something is going to go wrong.”

“I’m sure things will go wrong, but we’ll deal with them. You want this, right? You want to marry me?”

“Yes.” I tightened my arms around his neck. I felt like my head was all over the place, but that was one thing I did know.

“Then we’ll be fine. I promise.”

-x-o-x-Accidentally in Love-x-o-x-

A/N:

Sometimes it’s hard to imagine what we did before Facebook, isn’t it? I’m amazed at how much social media has infiltrated my life! (And I’m both dumbfounded and a little awed by the people who are still immune to it!) So… next time Edward meets the executioner, I mean Charlie. LOL I can’t wait for you to see how that turns out! Thanks so much for reading!

Fic Recs: (Two totally different fics. LOL)

I think I actually read this before the last update, but whatever – I’m way late to the party with this fic either way. I should have listened to HollBeth and read it right away. It is dark and twisty, and OH SO GOOD.

Prey for the Wicked by Aleeb4u (WIP w/16 chapters) A vampire finds the true meaning of temptation, an innocent beauty with a siren’s blood. Is she prey for the wicked or the answer to a prayer for salvation? When love knows no bounds and obsession has no reason, where do you draw the line? AU/EB Darkward

And now for something nothing like the fic above… LOL

If you’re not reading Because of a Boy by Cutestkidsmom you need to get on it. It is such a sweet fic. It’s T rated, but please don’t let that stop you (ya pervy hoors!). I am in love with this Edward…and Bella’s son…and Edward’s dad. I can’t describe it any better than the summary…

(WIP 11 chapters) Edward is the son of an Autistic father. Bella is the mother of an Autistic son. What happens when their paths cross. Can they find peace and love with in the chaos. Rated T for minor language and some adult situations. (*Note – it’s written by the mother of an Autistic son)

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